shimmer

10:02
suddenly
just like
that
the light changes
and here in mid-October
it is April
things are soft
the sky is soft
green growing things stretch
tremble
yearn
yielding to warmth & airplanes
somewhere to the east
a dog barks
a wren pings the vastness
soft
no blue in the sky
the sun soft against the clouds
layered white upon gray upon white
only clouds
AH! Look there! a small patch of blue opening ...
opening
a perfect azure
trembling
yearning
yielding to sun
to this day
suddenly a yellow leaf falls
breaking the April spell
it is October
again
10:10
the softness remains ...

Halloween '62

Mad men
and
Welshman
Cigarettes
vodka gimlets
confident and breezy as a quarter to three martini
pendalton skirt zipped tight
cinched
snug
stockings & heels decidedly bold
traveling back

       then

back even further

on the tactile drag of my hand across an old burlap costume
closing eyes
smiling
and
finally
caught in the fiery presence of their fate & mirth
roll the dice & gather in your hands their smokey sacredness
but how I struggle
to recall their voice
timbre
tone . .
the slight clipped northern accent
and
the even-mellowed sexiness
of her
what I would give to sit amid their simple conversation
their jokes, their laughter
closing my eyes, i reach & reach & reach but can not catch it
voices hold magic like smell :
to transport, to sooth, to churn the energy of missing
fuel connection & friendship,
to sink us into another time
and
then
brightly!
to place us fully into the now & the knowing
fully wanting a voice to call us home
at dawn

anemometer

i open windows to hear the wind
as i become sunshine on a red bicycle
at the corner of
west cooper and monarch
it is October
leaves are dipped in gold-russet-beet-red
tomorrow never comes
if i can just hear the wind ,,,,
it is always today
that day
untethered autumnal smoothness
love does that
allows the wind to place you home
we are golden
in the timeless dust of eternal days
measured
by mercury
and cool pressure
caught upon a red bicycle
on the
corner
of west cooper
and
monarch

harvest and the harrow

waning moon trails steps me to the proximity of you
black, gold, ivory fills my senses with presence & transport
expectation of haunting fragility solitary chilled Guinness excitement
sparkle & shine, sparkle & shine
up to the edge of the all that me oh my oh .....
rolling in craft & joyful song 

Suddenly

a strong sense of you catches me aware
"the way it will be"
worlds collide, words touch, walls tumble opening to the night
eyes close, rhythm, breathing deep arms surround me
The traveling ghost of you is firm behind me
we become
a gold rococo moment

equinox

i am thunder
gifting
drifting
a pendulum equinox
graying into evening's felted weight
bumblebees journey to hive
trees press against the passing blue
monarchs to bark rich & thrumming with marigold wings
algae velvets green root to crown
across the linen lines of day
chimes the crystalline hour
home beckons
hairs on forearm pulse electric/electric
amber alchemies blood
love's alchemy
the home of moon and star
the cradle of wind
the arms of winter
calling
striking
cloud to ground
i am thunder
rumble.
gifting
drifting
pressed to you 

weather patterns

No tumult of hurricane 

no straight-line wind ripping the ground 

no flood waters rising
no ice storm cracking ...
softer than forecasted
stronger than expected
a mingled taste of blue night 

and 

crescent moon on the roof of my mouth
swallowed into

white river birch falling 

honeyed amber autumn 

pressing
pressing
pressure swells
into the corona lunar gravity
of you

never in vain

water fills the river
surprising tindered fields as autumn steals in
cooling the constraint of regret
cooling the arrogance of summer
water fills the river
color dances along the maple's branches ...
a thousand shades of green
leaves illuminated by sun & reflection
a thousand shallows
endless bends
winding
weaving
across the vastness of this moment
water fills the river